[it's so surreal to hear him like this, but Billy doesn't stop or shy away from it. To do so would be a swift murder of the trust created here. And he doesn't want to, either. He wants to hear this, to learn more, because the more you know, the more you can help. His mom said that, didn't she? To know someone was to know what they need? And learn, in turn, what you need from them? He knew one, or at least he assumed he did. It's the other way around that he'd had yet to grasp.
It's an endless cycle. That's how it feels. He needs what he doesn't think he needs. He wants what he doesn't think he can have.
Lose enough and you just stop believing.]
You can't stop. Stopping is like... it's like dying. To be alive you have to care about something. Focus on that.
[Even if it's something as basic as the will to live. You always have to start somewhere.]
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It's an endless cycle. That's how it feels. He needs what he doesn't think he needs. He wants what he doesn't think he can have.
Lose enough and you just stop believing.]
You can't stop. Stopping is like... it's like dying. To be alive you have to care about something. Focus on that.
[Even if it's something as basic as the will to live. You always have to start somewhere.]